Book 2 of the My Boss series.
He came at me out of nowhere, terrifying me for a brief moment.
But I'm not the girl I used to be when I lived in Charleston, I'm stronger now.
Lars Moretti made me realize the strength I really held, Lars Moretti made...
A/N: *Warning: Mature Content this chapter, such as, drugs and language. Viewer discretion advised.
*Lars POV
It's been 2 weeks since I saw her. 2 weeks too long.
I miss her. I miss her beauty, I miss her awkwardness/humorous behavior, I miss her loud as fuck laughter. I miss everything about her.
"Dude, what do you think?" Zander asks, snapping me out of my trance.
Shaking my thoughts of her out of my head, I focus on the task ahead. "Yeah, let's move the cocaine to L.A. for the Calvin Harris launch party. Lots of women are going to be looking for that shit."
"Okay boss," Zander nods at me and takes over directing the guys on what to do.
I zone back out as they work on ways to get it out there.
Her smile, her touch, her eyes. God I fucking miss her.
There's no one else out there for me, and I plan on winning her back. But I know I have to respect her decision for now. I just have to wait for the right opportunity.
But she will be mine again.
*Brielle POV
"Ahhh!!! Claire!!!" I yell excitedly, jumping into my best friend's arms, in the baggage claim of LAX.
"I missed you so god damn much!" Claire exclaims returning the hug. "Let's get your shit and get ready, I've scored us some awesome fucking tickets for tonight!"
I squeal excited and go to find my bag.
*Later that night
Claire and I are dancing to Pandora's "Summer Hits of the 00's" getting ready to go to some awesome place tonight.
"And to drinking tequila and fuck boys!" Claire announces as we laugh and toast before downing our first shots of the night.
"I needed this, Claire. Thank you for always being there when I'm down. No matter if it's taking shots and making me dress cute, or holding me as I cry, depressed as ever," I say, truly meaning every word.
We've been through everything together. And she's always been here.
She gives me a look, that says 'don't even mention it' and then decides we both need to get dressed.
Claire comes out in a stunning dress that may or may not be too short and heels that may or may not be too high. But girl is looking hot.
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I debate several outfits before going classic me, rocking my "cool girl" vibe.
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Once last look in the mirror and 3 more tequila shots later, we leave for the club.
*Lars POV
'Fuck LA, fuck this poser ass town,' I think to myself as I deal with the bullshit of getting into this Calvin fucking Harris show.
I don't want to be here, but I know it's a huge money maker.
Girls want drugs, guys want to get girls to hang out with them cause they have drugs. Loads of drugs.
Private school, hedge fund, douchebags come to these things hoping to get fucked up and bang a bunch of hot chicks. I've seen it all. But they have loads and loads of money. And my reputation is trustworthy.
"Dude, someone set us up with a private VIP area, just so we can sell drugs tonight," I overhear one of the new guys saying.
Turning around sharply, I snap, "shut your fucking mouth about it. We are here because of work, we are here to be low key, and we're here to act like a bunch of rich snobs but not so much that we're obnoxious, fucking got it?"
He swallows hard and nods his head.
I just want her. None of this other shit matters anymore and the least of my worries is some stupid fucking newbie who thinks this shit is awesome.
Taking a breath and straightening out my collar, I nod to Xander.
Xander nods to the bouncer, who lets us in immediately. I walk in with purpose, confident, and like I own the place. I am fucking Lars Moretti.
